Questi giorni quando vieni il bel sole
La la la la la...
On days like these
when skies are blue and fields are green
I look around
and think about what might have been
and then I hear
sweet music float around my head
as I recall
the many things we left unsaid
It's on days like these that I remember
singing songs and drinking wine
while your eyes played games with mine
On days like these
I wonder what became of you
maybe today
you are singing songs with someone new
I'd like to think
you're walking by those willow trees
remembering
the love we knew on days like these
IIt's on days like these that I remember
singing songs and drinking wine
while your eyes played games with mine
On days like these
I wonder what became of you
maybe today
you are singing songs with someone new
Questi giorni quando vieni il bel sole
La la la la la...